/u/normancrane's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror

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My face is but a flower of flesh.

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He sat beside her on their anniversary, listening to the bird sing sweetly from her cage.

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I hate balloons, so when my so-called "friends" brought some to my last birthday party, dad helped me inflate them until they burst!

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It took us nine days in the wilderness to find the source of the poisoned stream.

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"What's your favourite type of heavy metal?" I asked my caregiver husband, who cooked for me while listening to Black Sabbath's Paranoid.

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"I boned your mom last night!" the bully yelled at me across the cafeteria, just before taking a sip of his usual strawberry smoothie.

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"It's them damn kids yellin' on about lettuce and peas again" the old woman told her husband.

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"...in the trunk," the kidnapper wheezed before dying.

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Holding my breath, I watched through the telescope as, one by one, the stars began to fall...

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"Today is Independence-fucking-Day," I yelled, unleashing on the aliens with my homemade flamethrower!

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
My face is but a flower of flesh.	384
He sat beside her on their anniversary, listening to the bird sing sweetly from her cage.	383
I hate balloons, so when my so-called "friends" brought some to my last birthday party, dad helped me inflate them until they burst!	368
It took us nine days in the wilderness to find the source of the poisoned stream.	363
"What's your favourite type of heavy metal?" I asked my caregiver husband, who cooked for me while listening to Black Sabbath's Paranoid.	353
"I boned your mom last night!" the bully yelled at me across the cafeteria, just before taking a sip of his usual strawberry smoothie.	349
"It's them damn kids yellin' on about lettuce and peas again" the old woman told her husband.	332
"...in the trunk," the kidnapper wheezed before dying.	306
Holding my breath, I watched through the telescope as, one by one, the stars began to fall...	261
"Today is Independence-fucking-Day," I yelled, unleashing on the aliens with my homemade flamethrower!	261